This is a song about "Wine producer"

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Nigga watch how i wine and design you

Like wine, leaking down a vagabond's spine

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

They'll get the prize, a bottle of wine 'n' fine dining

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

My bars are magical like jesus turnin water to wine

She on molly, she with mary, at the same damn time

Y’all talk about your wine chill and your beer cold,

After every show, a dream she hold

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

Two ties and a loss, this is my time to shine, confidence combined with fine wine.

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

You can't solve all your problems with some weed and wine